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Sunday, November 27, 2011



Alice Cooper
Welcome 2 My Nightmare (Universal) :: Obviously I’m kinda biased when it comes to impartially assessing the Coop, so I’ll leave it up to you to decide whether this thematic sequel is a worthy theatrical successor to 1975’s landmark Welcome To My Nightmare. What I will say, however, is that I can’t remember the last time Alice has effectively adopted so many different vocal personas on one album; I mean, he really works his Bud off on this one, folks. Bonus points for including choral choruses like “What part of ‘dead’ don’t you get?” and for concluding with the first Alice album-ending instrumental since “Grand Finale” on School’s Out. Y’know, I think I’m finally beginning to understand why they committed him into the Rock Hall.

The Beatles
A/B Road (Purple Chick) :: Look up ‘complete’ in a dictionary and you’ll find this definitive 83 disc (!) 2,187 track (!!) 98 hour (!!!) bootleg that’s the analog equivalent of 147 vinyl albums and exhaustively contains every Nagra tape that recorded the Fabs during their thirty day stay at the Twickenham and Apple studios in January 1969. Bonus points for including such potential crowd-pleasing peace anthems as—I kid you not—“White Power” (“White Power! Malcolm F!”) and “No Pakistanis” (“Don’t dig no Pakistanis taking all the people’s jobs!”) and “Negro In Reserve” (“I’ve got a Negro in reserve!”), all of which remain regretfully unreleased for some strange reason that I can’t quite fathom.

Rolling Stones
“Hang Fire” (Rolling Stones) :: Whaddya mean he doesn’t sing: “Y’know, my Aryan money is a full time job”?

“The KKK Took My Baby Away” (Sire) :: Exactly!

Done On Bradstreet (self released) :: Between 1977 and 1980 I recorded an album that didn’t get released for 31 years, which is why I can relate to these guys who were forced to wait a whopping 41 years to get their album out. Y’see, a month after opening for Janis Joplin in July 1970, Done On Bradstreet shuffled off to Clovis, New Mexico where Buddy Holly producer Norman Petty did the knob-twiddling duties on their debut album. Then things really went South when the band was unable to get possession of their master tapes for four decades.

But they finally did and the result is this butane barn-burner that has the authentic hallmark sound of the late ’60s. We’re talkin’ twin wah-wah guitars, swirling organ, earthy heartfelt vocals, and a rhythm section that’s so solid it could sink a battleship. Honey, this ain’t no nostalgic period-piece: it’s a vital energizing example of classic rock at its finest that’ll jack you back to the days when bands like Steppenwolf and Lighthouse ruled the roost. That’s because Done On Bradstreet is a truly unique rock ’n’ roll product of its time—and it’s about time, too.

Now if only the City Muffin Boys would release their album...

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